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Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,574 Views)
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The cloak covered creature hung back and let the well-spoken to the talking. It was an interesting story Vega told. Wagers and gladiatorial combat, or something along those lines. In any event, the prize was the Ice Beam Rifle. He wanted to know where Delacroix was (as well as the abandoned Chozo installation) to find out more. His senses told him that this human was truthful, and since the hunters were buying the story, he felt no need to state the obvious.

But, of course, as most Chozo warriors did, Z'Gato was infuriated. Omega didn't think there was any cause for alarm. He somehow knew that the Warrior wouldn't have outright killed the human in cold blood like this. It was just a scare tactic that the humans of the group may not have recognized.

Then again, this Vega person was at his limit with fear. Any more stimulation may have made the man call Z'Gato's bluff. That certainly would have ended the conversation.

Since there wasn't really much he could ask, and as how he noticed Alissa step out for a moment after reflexively drawing weapons at a Creator and the Prey, he wondered if she was confused. The colors in her aura seemed to suggest as much. Drawing weapons on both a hunter and captured prey also showed this to be true. She didn't know whether to lash out in anger toward Z'Gato, or take the Warrior's stance and lash out at the prey. (But, she did mention something about money. Money was not the motivating factor behind why Omega-Alpha was involving himself.)

It was still a reflex; one that Omega-Alpha was too well aware of. He followed Alissa out of interest while keeping back a ways so as not to be heard. He caught her self-affirming, reminding herself that she was a human, and then slamming her fist into a pillar. This last act confused the creature this time.

"I never understand why humans hurt themselves," Omega-Alpha began to speak from a distant shadow. As he stepped forward, he slowly appeared to Alissa. "But, you made me curious."

"I have a story, but not one for prey's ears," he explained as he walked forward peacefully.

"Jenosa knows me well enough." He slowly raised his hands and passed them through is wiry metallic hair pushing the hood of the cloak back. Faint glints of gold could be seen behind the blue eye lenses as dim lighting refracted and reflected off of the moving retinas beneath. The red slits beneath the eyes were relaxed and were like fine threads sewn upon his alien-human hybrid face.

"We seem to be alike," he said as he gestured at her in general. "Want to talk before we do something with our prey?"
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"I never understand why humans hurt themselves,"
The voice came from behind her, she hadn’t noticed that she was followed, that was not good, and often times in her life in her life a lack of situational awareness could be fatal.
“It is unwise to sneak up on me” She said quietly turning to face the source of the voice, the cloaked creature from before “and the pain…clears the fog” she added quietly turning to face Omega
She listened to the other things the creature said quietly for a moment wondering what story the creature was talking about.
"Jenosa knows me well enough."
“but I don’t know any of them” came Alissa’s response to Omega’s words glancing at her knuckles quietly a bit, the bleeding had already stopped, it never lasted long, even with serious wounds.
"We seem to be alike," he said as he gestured at her in general. "Want to talk before we do something with our prey?"
Alissa looked towards Omega quietly for a long moment “ I am not sure how we would be alike” she said simply watching the creature quietly for a long moment, she was unsure of what to think of the creature, of any of the people she was in the warehouse with. Jenosa seemed curious about Alissa, and now this Omega had questions and wanted to share stories. Interactions with others were always awkward for Alissa, either she had issues reading peoples intentions, before she had escaped she knew what people thought of her and what they wanted, however now she was worried about being manipulated. And she was wary of this creature, it was claiming kinship after a fashion, what had this creature guessed about her.
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((Alissa, if there's anything you need me to change, PM me and I can edit this easily.))

"I am not just a hunter," Omega-Alpha explained. "I am a predator." The statement was layered with meaning as usual for his way of speaking. Not only did it declare just what kind of person he was, but it also explained why he was 'sneaking' upon his new quarry. Alissa made him curious, and his instinct pulled him to her.

But, clearing the fog through pain was something he didn't, or couldn't, understand. Pain was nature's way of saying "stop it". Pain was an indication of an action that hindered survival. Or, was this woman's pain emanating from a level much deeper than the mere physical?

"Chrr, I make you nervous," he continued with an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry. I do that to people. I see why you don't want to talk. We should. It would be fun. Not in front of prey we will release, though."

His head turned to face the direction from which they came. Omega could sense the life energies from the figures in the next room and could tell that things were still going well without their presence.

"I fix," he said as he turned back to face Alissa. Carefully, he reached out his both of his hands and took her hurt hand into his. Although he could see the energy patters of her internal systems hard at work to repair the damage she did to herself, he still felt compelled to do a 'nice gesture of good will'. There was a calming warmth within her hand as the pain was washed away with living energy. The flesh knitted and returned to its former state without scars. The warmth spread, and any fatigue she felt was washed away. Alissa was refreshed and invigorated. Even her on-board systems were recharged and like new.

It was a minuscule expenditure of power as the flesh wasn't that damaged, and the systems in her body only had suffered the usual wear and tear. Even still, they kept up on themselves with good maintenance routines. Thus, not much was spent on his end. The significance here was that the pain, fatigue, soreness, and her body in general was fully charged.

"I do this because I think you are neat. Don't hurt yourself again. We should play sometime." He released his gentle grip on her hand and backed away one pace with a toothy smile. The fangs wiggled side to side as he let out a small, but cheerful trill.

Omega-Alpha was trying to make a friend by making an empathetic connection. Typically, he woudn't have healed her as she was just as much of a stranger as Travis or Z'Gato was, however, there was something about her that made him want to do just that.

"Still not want to talk? We should head back then." He tilted his head to the side slightly and brought his wrists together to his chest.
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The armored dude's energy blade came close enough to Rex's neck to singe off the stubble just from the heat it generated. Fortunately, the blond kid in the leather jacket pulled him off before that blade could get any closer to his skin.

"Look... Vega, was it?" the bounty hunter said as he stared Rex down. "We get that your 'friend' is connected. What I'm saying to you is that you still possess an illegally modified firearm, regardless of whether it is yours or not. Besides, I honestly think you're safer in jail OR prison at the moment. Even IF we aren't working for him, Delacroix sounds mighty keen on getting this back with your corpse as a consolation prize for his ego. If you help us, we can help you not end up dead. BUT, if you don't wish to explain where we could at least pick up his trail, I'll just drag you to the nearest station right now and be done with you."

"So what's it gonna be, buddy? Are you going to continue to be dense, or should I just throw you to the wolves?" He paused. ".... I know a man by the name of Vega, come to think of it. Jim I think his name is... you look a bit like him too. Any relation?"

"Now why you gotta go draggin' him into this, man?" Rex complained, his tone getting even more defensive than it already was. "Yeah, Jimmy's my brother, and he can't get so much as a speeding ticket without getting a visit from the Feds or some asshole bounty hunter like you. And I can't go nowhere without people trying to pin Jimmy's shit on me! Especially when it involves guns. So leave him outta this, man!" He said all of this despite the hunter not actually having accused Jimmy of anything. Understandably he didn't want to throw his brother under the bus, but he was rather specific with his denials.

"Look man, you people want Delacroix? Be my guest. He was renting the Presidential Suite at the Grand Royal downtown, but he might've cleared outta there already. Either way, my guess is he finds you before you find him.

"He rolls with two bodyguards. One of 'em is a Pirate, goes by the name of Spider. Used to run with Marty Keeler before he got offed by some bounty hunters, now he's hooked up with Delacroix."

There were three different versions of how Keeler was killed. One story said that it was Douglas Falcon, another said no, it was little sister Jessie (either way, neither had been seen again after that). The third version said that it was some kid named Clark. But the one thing all versions agreed on was that first Keeler went crazy after some sort of radiation exposure. Really crazy.

"The other bodyguard is a chick," Rex continued. "I don't know her name... I only ever heard Delacroix call her Angel Face. He's bangin' her, everybody knows that. But she's deadly. And fast. Like kill you before you got the time to blink fast.

"And that ain't even taking into account the man himself. Like I said... Delacroix's a creepy sonofabitch. Who knows what he's capable of."
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Jenosa jumped in surprise when there was a blur of color and in the next moment Alissa was at Z'Gato with her guns pointed at him. For a second, she thought there was going to be a shoot out, which was exactely what a professional shouldn't do, especially here and against an armored foe like Z'Gato; out of reflex, however, her fingers flicked inches away from her own gun.

In that short moment, Jenosa could see a well defined, purple hue of a line going down her spine, as well as many lines branching out from it like tree roots. She shivered inwardly, the site reminding her of what had become of her spine; it was no doubt it was the woman's nervous system giving that off, but what in the heck made it stand out so much, and how was she so fast? Alissa definitely wasn't human by any standard; or at least, she considered, had been.

A human experiment was definitely on her mind, given her human-like physic mixed with the bizarre energies she had felt; but if that was the case, could she be trusted? She had already had one bad experiance with scientific endevors, but...Jenosa was not about to quickly judge Alissa.

And if it was one thing that left her baffled, it was that Alissa asked to be excused; something that took Jenosa completely off guard. She considered following, but stopped short when she noticed Omega was following her; if there was anything wrong about ALissa, Omega would sniff it out.

She withdrew her mind away from the curious subject about Alissa, and focused back on Rex. Now that Travis mentioned it, the mention of 'Jimmy' rang a bell, but she could a put on what it was. However, there were more important things at the moment, like meeting this Delacroix.

"Well, what do you guys think, shall we go pick up after Delacroix's trail. Travis you seem to be the expert in investigations. Shall we; before the trail get's cold?"

While Jenosa was making a point, she was also trying to avoid being question on who she was; it wasn't an 'interrogation' she felt comfortable with.
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"Chrr, I make you nervous," he continued with an apologetic bow. "I'm sorry. I do that to people. I see why you don't want to talk. We should. It would be fun. Not in front of prey we will release, though."
Alissa listened as Omega spoke but was perhaps having trouble following it’s….his train of thought. She knew there was meaning layered in there but she had never been good at ferreting those things out. It was something of a personal weakness, and why she had always been better to stealth operations, and combat, espionage was not something she had been born too.
She thought about being nervous, every one made her nervous, she was worried that they would see her for what she really is, a complicated machine more than a human, regardless of how false that is. Or that they would know where she came from, and turn her over to her creators, something that she fears more than death.
"I fix,"
Alissa watched as the creature took her hand, an act that surprised her in and of its self given the rather violent act that had preceded her departure from the main room. However she was not left with much time to think on that as she watched the tiny cuts on her knuckles heal right before her eyes, Alissa healed quickly in most cases, she expected the wounds to be gone by the next day, but never before had she seen anything like that before in her life. She had seen her share of medical wonders, but those all required high technology, this appeared to be little more than Omega’s will. “how did you…?” she
"I do this because I think you are neat. Don't hurt yourself again. We should play sometime." Was the creatures explanation. Alissa was perplexed, before today there had only been one other being to show any sort of concern for her. Today two had shown interest, curiosity, and kindness to her, which confused the operative to no end.

"Still not want to talk? We should head back then." Came the last statement from Omega and Alissa nodded quietly
“we should get back, I just needed to collect myself” she said quietly pausing after a moment “but…thank you” she was surprised more by how affected she was by the concern of Omega more than anything else. Her Bio system well under control now and feeling calmer than she had at the beginning of the day she motioned towards the door “ I don’t want to miss any useful information”
She started back towards the main room, Vega was talking again, or still…she wasn’t sure which, but it sounded like he was providing some useful information. There was talk of body guards, not really a concern, though she had to remind herself that they were trying to capture this man not kill him.
“what about known associates? People who provide information, resources, entertainment and so on, maybe outside his heavy protection but he would notice if they suddenly started getting arrested, I imagine there are a host of small warrants on that crew” Came Alissa’s voice as she stepped back towards the group, she was collected, controlled, more like herself than she had been when she departed.
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The gentle sounds of feet patting against the hard and rocky surface of the planets floor emitted throughout the empty scenery of the desert as a humble set of marching figurines strolled across the path out of the abyssal wastelands and then into the walking distance of the Federations Operation Site. Granted the reinforcements where still a good few minutes away but the tension in the air suddenly started to suffer from bulimia as it rapidily regurgitated all of the stress filled emotions in the atmosphere and eventually got thinner and thinner, being nothing more than a string that hovered around the various troopers when the trek was soon to be at an end.If one was to count each of those humanoid wanderers, you would get the number twelve, each of such a number lifting their legs up in a bent position only to let them be pushed against the ground once more, ripping their feet from the gravitational pull like a man would tear his boots from murky waters, only to have to be dragged back into the hindering pull of the terrain beneath him.The air had a strange stench of sweat, hormones and the disgusting Smell of socks that have built up grime and been mixed with various fluids, even the odd squelching splat could be cached by a well train ear when nothing else was going on, and that splat forced Veolant's ears to shut their mouths and cringe every time. His eyes started to pull there fleshly seals from top to bottom together in a flinch as the various thoughts and images intruded upon his mind of what such vile things can make such a combination of smell and sound, once more those observers twisted, twirling tighter in there own view, narrowing as if the light had been shine upon them, making his sight seem completely dead on. The mans nostrils suddenly flared, opening themselves up to intake the air, an un-wise move but such a sigh had to be expressed, a discreet release for the various fears each of the man held when they where to enter battle at any given time, although a good number of them wore a mask or helmet that limited their facial visibility, a unity of thought was somewhat engaged when two or three men let out a whisper of air when consuming the wind and sadly, the stink that had been haunting the lot as well. To be so subtle about one dread would if anything, be considered bold and strong, while other would break down this collection of battle hardened troopers simply expelled their lungs, withdraw more air and carried on, but this time it was a curse, each of their eyes suddenly pulled up the bottom of their cheeks and hugged the flesh under there orbs like a child grasping their blankets. Each of those eyes, whatever colour, whatever size glinted with a reflex driven tear, one even let out a slight cough, spilling his breath but quickly raising his fist to his mouth, disguising his sickly induced break of breath as a simple chesty bump of the airways as they carried to walk onwards. It took a second, maybe two before the man, Veolant who was currently ahead of the group twisted the ribs in his body and lifted up one his shoulders which in turn twirled in rotation to life up his arms, making his bicep flex gently in his white suit which now, was completely kissed in the various shines and glints from the suns rays, each appearing in small pockets where wrinkles in the costume have formed, such a shine would suggest that perhaps he was in water briefly but in would be hard to depict if such water was really that of the terrain or sweat of his own skin, none the less he's semi-wet state, the man raised his arms with a small flex of muscle to give his men a single wave to stop. Now, naturally the lot heeded the front when told to cease movement and so the sounds of boots on what little weeds there where or hard rock came to a stop, like drums being halted. Veolant mask was lifted upwards, away from his face which was riddled with stress and age, a pale complexion, a odd vein traveling up his neck, a few wrinkles made waves in what would of once been young flesh, even that slightly tilted threads of gray hair managed to hang just over his forehead as he turned completely to face what little amount of troops he currently had.


A moment passed, perhaps another as the walking stopped and each of the solders eyes looked up to the gray orbs that sat like owls in the aged fellows sockets. A weak lift of the lip occurred when the only sound that could be heard was that of the weak animal squawking in the distance, sounding distraught, most likely dying from the feeble attempts at calls its made "Do you hear that?..." Asked the older variation of trooper, his voice hinting with a very tiny croak, one could say it was the encroachment of age but such a tone could easily be added by dehydration in a hot planet like this one. The rest was that of a commander, he was mostly clear and spoke just slightly faster than a regular man who would bark orders at others, as if he was in a rush of some sort. Each of the solders stood still before slowly turning their necks to one another as they looked for a moment towards the directions the squawking could be coming from, a solder, his back bent and his mouth un-guarded, mounted with a massive backpack with various metal attachment and twin pair of radar dishes open his mouth to take in some air, starting to answer but getting cut off, quickly looking down at his black suit that engulfed his entire body in a hunky, metal frame "Don't answer. I can tell what that sound is..." Veolant interrupted, turning his neck from side to side as he eyed up his men whom where in a straight line, the radar man in the middle, keeping them hidden from any scanning technology with a counter device "It the sound of an animal dying..it caught a whiff of you're socks, Jeremy.." He ended his with a serious tone although the various troopers could not help but glanced at one another quickly with a smirk. The only combatant who did not seem to be smiling was a trooper that stood directly the closest to Veolant, just next to him and ahead of everyone else. Jeremy was a typical fighter, black suit, shielding, pulse machine gun and the standard second hand material sat on his belt, a handgun, lethal and a good old dagger, he had more amour around his chest which protruded out and was lumbered with a moderately sized backpack just like the others "Commander..we only have an hour t'ill the counter scanner going to run out..we need to get to the base soon.." The tone was a squeak, it was shy and brittle, arising from the throat from the previously mentioned fellow with the massive device on his back. The two eyes did not meet and nor did they need to, with what had been said the man simply nodded the trooper Jeremy to the back of the line, who complied "I don't want our position given away by a scout squad on our way there because of you're socks, private. If anyone has a spare pair, give them to Jeremy..or he'll contract something..last thing we need is a limbing solder before we even meet up with the ground Base" The assault trooper went to the back, each of them beginning to march forth. It was a good few hours ago they where dropped off at a secure location, with no updates on the bases status it would of been folly to drop off men in perhaps an enemy controlled area.


A few heavy breathes passed the squadrons lips as they started to force their legs to pull themselves up a steep and rocky hill, that dying squawk had taken over for the sound of splatting, dirty socks and it seemed as if the animal was trying to foretell the men of their fate in the heat ridden planet. Each time that squawk entered Veolant's ears he felt a slight rising pressure of aggravation: "Squawk" oh, silence...he thought "Squawk" shut up! "Squawk" With that, he quickly turn his neck to face the direction of moans of death, making a gentle pat of plastic against plastic as he did and just at the moment another sound entered the ears of all the men traveling the plains "Boom!" the sound roared, it was a thunder, even from their position, after that the sounds grew more and more wild, shots could heard, poundings of technology against man could be absorbed by each of the mens ears as every single one of them went straight to the floor, all of them lying on their stomachs as they started to pull themselves up that vertical patch of land, each of solders staring at the various lights and orbs mixed with flames that arose over the few assortments of rocks and cliffs that formulated around the land. Each of the man throats started to work double time, pushing in and out air dramatically as the squadrons minds latched onto the idea rather swiftly that a fight was going on, a fight with heavy equipment, no doubt. Veolant's gray set of orbs started to stray from the power struggle that seemed to be going on beyond the walls of rock between the two unknown forces. The man with the radar pack quickly shuffled his palms across the sand beneath him, grasping a small amount as he lifted it from the floor and re-positioned his arm to reach down to his belt, a click entered the air between the distant fires and flames as the device in his hand was detached from the utility belt he wore, revealing a large cubic with a blue screen sitting in the middle. The mousy man quickly looked up at Veloant and then back down at the item in his palm which was now covered in a number of symbols and signals "Uh..uh. That the location, Sergeant. I don't know who...but it sounds like their getting pounded...Uhm, I can't get any readings..I..I just can't..I don't know why.." He spoke with a jittering tone but yet, solid enough not to stutter, he quickly glanced up at the commander before looking around at the troopers before him, each of them starting to get up and run in a crouching pose when on their way to the nearest wall, each of the men kicking sand behind themselves with their heels when quickly slamming against each of their sides against a rocky formation of bricks.


The booms, the blast and the sounds of dying where coming in at a much more imposing frequency now, loud and clear even though the lot was out of sight, it could be easily guess the fighting was roughly fifteen metres away, maybe twenty but a visual was sure to be encountered once they got the boldness to stick their heads around that corner. Veolant swiftly took his palm to the top of his helmet and pushed it over his face, covering it with a hood like construct of white plastic, a tiny "blzzt" was heard as the electronic wiring sprung to life when his mask was on, making a small tube behind his scalp start turning slowly a pair of circles sat on each side of f his face starred off in each direction, both of them reflecting the kisses of the sun up above in the nightly shades of his suits, ocular windows. Those twin set of eclipses changed direction to the vertical horizon of the cliff, starring at the scenery before slowly lifting one leg up gently, lifting his entire weight onto one limb, pushing his whole torso sideways just enough for for his head to poke out of the side of his cover, revealing a white head and those pair of darkly shades that engulfed his eyes, the reflections changed, twirling, dancing as the lights from the sun battled with those that came from weaponry far away, making his eyes flicker red, blue and other such colours as he stared into the tank that now was firing once more towards the base of the Federations Operations "Fantastic..." The Sergeant bellowed out in a low and weak tone of dread to himself, although not seen, his face dropped just an inch when depressed by the obvious fact that they just arrived..during a siege at their mission objective.


"Commander, what the scenario?.." one of the solders asked in a heavily American accented voice, although beyond that it had a hint of deepness to it, a man clapped a hand upon his helmet as another loud boom paraded into the air, even when he was behind cover, the very fact his neck squeezed gave away the hint that his ears just tried to shut themselves and forced his body to flinch when it could not do so "Well?..." asked that man, with the same tone, revealing himself to be the heavy solder when lifting up his head to show a phyzor with numerous cameras and attachments to each of the sides, two on the left, three on the right. One need not mentioned the sheer massive amounts of belts with grenades, bombs and various packs along with ropes with massive gunnery machinery attached around his body. Veolant looked back at him and quickly looked forward, wavering his palm forward in a gesture for his men to follow him, immediately making himself crouch as they ran along, hitting the ground and crawling in a small number of rocks, granted it was painful to crawl on a burning ground and sharp rocks but it was far more painful to stay in sight and get picked off by snipers. The breathing grew slightly more rapid as they dug their elbows into various stone before stopping a few metres ahead, being ten metres away from the now charging enemy troopers as they all hid behind a number of larger rocks. The various troopers looked at one another before the radio jammer reached down into his belt and took out a circle with a small barrel on top, welding a tiny dozen of green circles while the material that covered it was a poorly painted brown. Veolant quickly snatched the device out of his hands before lifting his eyes over the edge of their hiding place, peeking at the various solders and tanks with that device covering his eyes, acting as binoculars "I can't get an estimate of men, too many charging..they got amour though..no doubt they got other support..medics..snipers..maybe some ground heavies if their assaulting a base...wait, theres two retreating..looks like one of ours and one of them..hard to tell though..the lighting is horrible here..they look like damn shadows from this position...heading to the Ruins." He fluttered from a variations of tones, getting more annoyed half way through back to pondering as he was in the beginning when he started observing. The heavy based trooper turned his eyes to the commander, Veolant before shuffling his stomach and elbows forward with a number of "clicks!" and "Clanks" due to the numerous metal instruments he wears on his person.


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"He has very little cognitive thought. Where sentient life is based on cognitive reason and higher thought with instinct as something to be controlled, his sentience is based on instinct and intuition unlike any other sentient life form. A primitive thinking mind in an ultra-advanced body.

"Where we have to learn about everything from our bodies, to system repair, then to certain energies, he already knows these things without having to think about it. Much like the way we breathe involuntarily, this is the way he lives entirely.

"He is constantly in a state of adaptation. I don't know if it has to do with his Natrual Path of Mutation Progression, or if it was by initial design, but anything new he learns, speech, tactics, even spelling, is adapted and integrated.

"Granted, there are certain things beyond his cognitive comprehension, but I think this is further compensated by the prowess of his instinct. He can't comprehend mathematics as we know it, but he does display some form of compensation there that I can't explain.

"Don't let it fool you. It may look like pure thought, but most of everything he does is based on either a triggered response, or what would benefit his survival.

"Making friends, and his feelings for people is also attributed to this. Quite clever, and kind of sweet, really. As far as I can tell, his feelings are genuine. And, because of this very fact that he does so out of the need to survive, he would fight that much harder for a friend. Once he bonds with someone, they have a friend for life."

"Most of everything? And, why so heavy on instinct?"

"Remember what he was. And, yes. Most of everything. There's still some room for cognitive thought. Its what helps him with a few of his responses, and to help him understand why he does some of the things he does... or is going to do....

"...or even find a better instinctive response more suited for a situation based on that small bit of reasoning."


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Adaptation

Ever since Omega-Alpha set sights on this prey, he had been unusually cruel and spiteful to him. This human had an ice beam weapon. He had every right to be in a foul mood. It could have seriously wounded him, or flash-froze someone into a coma!

The cloak-clad creature wanted answers, but was drawn away by Alissa for a few moments. Strangely, dealing with this angst-filled cyborg made him feel better. He made her feel better and made sure she was safe until she returned. This woman was an oddity. He saw the amount of hardware within her body (though what all the system did was still unidentifiable), so he thought there wasn't a need to be self-destructive.

In nature, animals became self-destructive when there's a social situation that required it, like how a swarm of ants would throw themselves across sticky terrain to form a bridge for their collective, or an animal that was trying to remove itself from a trap. Alissa didn't look trapped on the outside, but much like when she punched a wall, he couldn't understand why other than she may have been feeling trapped in some way.

He hoped that what he did put her at ease.

Now that they were back with the interrogators, he was back to his cruel demeanor. He had heard most of what was said, mainly from the point Alissa had heard. He smiled when he heard there was a Zebethian body guard for this Delacroix person. If it was one thing he loved, it was munching on Pirates.

The creature paused to think a moment after Alissa grilled the man for known associates. It was too complex for him to bother thinking of that angle. Being a predator, he had another idea.

"Bait," he said while momentarily gesturing a clawed finger at Vega. "We use him as bait. Della-Roy wants the gun back. Della-Roy wants Vegah. Use Vegah as bait.

"If he survives," he continued with a cruel grin at Vega, "we can set him free back into the wild." Because, Omega-Alpha would want to find this guy sometime later to see what other villainous scum was lurking beneath the surface of this man's world. The creature may have been a top-tier predator, but he was also trying to follow in his mother's footsteps in being a hero of the galaxy!
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Travis cracked a grin if only slightly. He -did- hear Vega's name a bit too much.

"You're his brother huh? Makes sense, although Jimmy's much easier to speak with." Travis laughed. "But I digress..."

"Chances are, you're all right, Delacroix knows by now that almost every hunter in the city has a whiff of the whereabouts of these toys, and every hunter on the planet and in the system will soon follow."

He waved his hand directed the others into a nearby room; he didn't want Vega to hear the things he had planned or already knew. Vega was a ruffian and a thug; he'd sooner turn if it would save his hide.

"We're going to have to pull what we can in order to find this guy. Delacroix is careful and very methodical; he knows where to find anyone and everyone it seems like, so until we know otherwise, the details of our operation are to remain confidential except in trusted company. We're gonna need to keep this low profile as much as possible. Delacroix probably has eyes and ears all over this city if he's trying to haul 'toys' like this into it. Z'gato, this means you may have to hold back and essentially act as our sentinel and the eyes and ears we don't have upon the city; no offense but even without that armor you would stand out like a sore thumb."

He leaned onto the dusty railing, tapping a finger upon the metal.

"I'm going to need names, aliases, hangouts, roadways, transportation, associates, where the man takes a piss, etcetera. It may not have anything to do with it, but chances are that our mutual friend has hidden things under the most peculiar rocks. And keep an eye for his right hands; if it gets dicy, don't wait until there's a scene, get out of there; these two are no trained specialists, but they're good at what they do."

"Alright, if anyone else has any other ideas, open floor." He finished.

Travis looked over at Jenosa and for a moment he thought that he saw her back glow if only for just a brief seconds. More and more, Travis was wandering what had allowed this woman to survive the ultimate bane of humanity; death wasn't even evident in her skin-tone.

Perhaps it was simply by the will of God that she had miraculously survived? He reasoned it was possible, and who was he to know, maybe it was not... but there was no reference to Lazarus glowing purple upon his back when Christ raised him from the dead.

He leaned in slightly toward Jenosa, lowering his voice. "Hey, not trying to coddle, but are you gonna be alright? Isn't like you to be worried such, Jenosa..."

He turned to Omega for a moment. "That might work too, but let's consider other things; Vega's also the only person who could point the finger to Delacroix. Still.... that could work."
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Alissa Glanced towards Omega at the suggestion of using Vega as bait, which could work although it risked life without need, and he was also a liability. “Vega seems rather slippery, as bait he could be more trouble than he is worth”

“I agree that we need intelligence, we need to know all we can about Delacroix. From there we can decide how we want to proceed. As I see it we have two choices there, we can either put pressure on Delacroix; arrest his contacts, disrupt his operation, generally make his life difficult. Or one of us can pose as a buyer, greed seems to be his motive, why not use it?”

Alissa grew thoughtful, observation was something she could do, watch from a distance and study a subject, learn what they were all about, how they acted, how they responded, what they did to relax and so on. But she is not a people person and she knows that about herself, that being said a thought occurred to her.

“We could use the weapon as bait; Delacroix has not been subtle in his attempt to get it back after all. One of us could use it as a way to infiltrate his inner circle so to speak” she suggested quietly, though it would be dangerous, if they could have someone on the inside, as a trusted member of the group we could get some valuable information.

In the end Alissa was attempting to help, to make herself useful and hopefully get the group to look past her loss of control. Another act like that and she would have to explain herself, something that would be rather uncomfortable, if for no other reason than she had never been able to think of a lie to cover for the conditioning that at times still won out over her conscious control. Her other abilities were easy enough, bionic or cybernetic augmentation could easily explain how she could move like she did, that was not far from the truth, though there wasn’t a single implant in her body that would have the effects she would claim from the technology. Alissa did know that at some point she was going to have explain a few things. They were heading for a fairly dangerous mission together and trust would be a requirements. Though she detected some suspicion directed towards Jenosa, but she is the outsider in this group, she would have to earn trust.
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